in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Monday, April 22, 2013


Swinging like we have no density
you are clear
against the background
of everyone else moving
the lights come and go
but the way your hand and mine touch
in these minuscule minutes
have my heart roaring
to hold you closer

Swinging right and left
to the sound of your
our feet stumping the drums
at the same time
lovemaking to the music
in the nude
without touching

Swinging your body
closer and further from mine
feeling your hand
trust my shoulders
molding this perceived closeness
that only strangers could share

you are looking into me
taking me into the blue field
snowing white petals
pulling me
with your tightly held grip
chasing the heart shaped kite
and I know
I'm almost sure
I'm suppose to give you
this gentle peck
from my lips to yours
the drums increasing in speed
I can feel your heart beat
through your warm finger tips
increasing in sound
and I start to lean...

© EOU 2011

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